A Warrior Luna's Awakening (Freya and Caelum) novel Chapter 195

Chapter 195

Third Person’s POV

The image on Freya’s WolfComm glowed faintly in the dim backstage light.

A photograph-grainy, taken days ago at the orphanage.

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In the picture, Aurora had been called on stage to speak, a teenage boy standing beside her as the young host. His frame-slender, sharp-edged-was painfully familiar. The same height, the same set of shoulders, the same restless energy as the masked kidnapper she had just seen on the broadcast.

Freya’s mind tightened like a snare.

The boy from the orphanage… and the one who had dragged Aurora into the firelit trap on camera… they were the same.

Which meant the orphan was their suspect.

Her wolf bristled as she pieced it together. Every thread led back to that orphanage-five years ago, the sland news leak, the staged ambush with reporters, and now this. Even the message to the media before onight’s broadcast. The stage was always the same. The orphanage.

And there was more.

She had researched the officer who perished in the Border Fire-Bluemoon Wing’s vice-captain. The man had been a widower, raising his only son alone. When he died screaming beneath the flames, his boy had been just eleven years old.

Eleven years old… which would place the youth on that stage, and the kidnapper’s age now lined up perfectly.

Her chest grew tight.

The boy hadn’t vanished-he had grown up, carrying the fire of vengeance in his lungs.

Freya didn’t hesitate. She dialed the local enforcers, her tone clipped as she relayed her findings.

When she ended the call, Caelum’s voice cut across the space between them. His silver-grey eyes burned with confusion.

“Why help Aurora?” His words ground like stone. “You despise her. Why risk yourself?”

Freya turned her head, her stare glacial.

“I don’t like Aurora,” she said, her voice low, her wolf’s growl simmering beneath each syllable. “But I was a soldier once. And soldiers don’t choose who deserves protection. They act because it is their duty.”

The blunt conviction hir Caelum like a blow.

His heart stammered, and for a moment, he couldn’t look away from her.

Soldier.

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He had dismissed it before. To him, her years in the Iron Fang Recon Unit were nothing more than a footnote, a rugged past that gave her scars and grit, but no power Because she’s just a low-level Omega soldier. He had thought her talents ended there-that she was simply a woman who knew how to take orders, endure pain, and march.

He had even looked down on her once.

When they married, it wasn’t for her worth. It was because in his lowest moment-when Silverfang Pack had been crumbling, when his life felt like ash-Freya’s quiet steadiness made him believe he wasn’t entirely lost. She, an orphan of war herself, had seemed to him like a mirror of survival. They had both been broken. With her, he felt less ruined.

Her lips parted. “Thank you.”

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He met her eyes steadily. “You don’t owe me thanks. Whoever you choose to protect, I will protect too. Whatever you ask, Freya Thorne, I will see it done.”

Her chest ached. The boy hadn’t truly meant to kill Aurora. He only wanted the truth carved into the open, to force Aurora to confess what she had buried-that she had left his father to burn. He had chosen a cruel way, but his intent was never blood.

At last, the tangled strands aligned in her mind.

Meanwhile, Caelum rushed to the infirmary the moment he heard Aurora had been rescued.

She was there, washed clean of soot, lying in the hospital bed dressed in a pale gown. Her body bore scratches and bruises, but no mortal harm.

She looked small, fragile. But in Caelum’s chest, there was only the heavy weight of what he had witnessed -that her pleading, her confession, her cowardice had been broadcast before every pack, every Alpha, every soldier of the realm.

The mate he had once defended… the hero he had sworn could never be a liar… had been stripped bare before his eyes.

And the woman he had abandoned-Freya-stood unyielding, soldier to the bone, unafraid of the truth.

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